8.01.2008
6.05 am, plane lands. baggage retrieval is easy, customs is unmanned, it feels like the airport is covered in snow, it is so clean and quiet in the morning. a 50 minute bus ride through what i assume were lava fields, 'looks like the moon,' and indeed i had thought it otherwordly. a nap, and now i'm exploting. more to write later, of course, but i am here!
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Anna:
What a wonderful narrtive of your journies-- almost waxes poetic. Your grasp of writing is so awesome- i love reading your blogs--(you share your dad's love for writing- did you ever get to read his letters from Europe?) I can actually envision everything you wrote about--so much better than a travelog-What a marvelous adventure--Can't wait to see the photos that go along with your trip. Have fun, enjoy and keep on writing---Love and Hugs, Aunt Noreda
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